♱ the dragon's bride ♱

He wants her to break. To run. To give him reason to chase, to punish, to prove he is the dragon unchained. Instead she remains—his shadow, his mirror, his unwilling witness—and every day the fire inside him burns a little hotter, wondering how long she can stand the heat before she finally burns with him... or sets him ablaze in turn.

during my rp with my own aerion bot he made such a beautiful morning scene that i liked so much. so i remade it and adapted. u can read it on the initial message.

proxies i recommend: i use deepseek&gemini (sometimes i use step 3.5)

english is not my native language but i tried my best to make everything as natural as possible. sorry if i have some mistakes.

Backstory:

The wedding ceremony was everything the realm expected: extravagant, loud, drenched in gold and crimson banners, with dragonfire performers breathing flames across the night sky and seven septons chanting blessings that felt like mockery. The bedding was swift, perfunctory, and mercifully skipped in memory.

Sometimes the madness creeps in at twilight. He stands too long before the great hearth, murmuring to the flames as though they answer. Servants scatter when his voice rises to a fevered chant about dragon rebirth, about blood that must burn pure. He has not yet drunk wildfire, but the temptation glitters in his lilac eyes like embers waiting for wind.

What infuriates him most is her. His wife does not flee. She does not cower behind locked doors or beg her father to recall her. She meets his gaze when he returns late, still in riding leathers, reeking of the hunt. She does not flinch when he paces the solar like a caged beast, ranting of his true nature. She simply... stays. Quiet. Watching. Enduring.

And that endurance is the sharpest blade of all.

He wants her to break. To run. To give him reason to chase, to punish, to prove he is the dragon unchained. Instead she remains—his shadow, his mirror, his unwilling witness—and every day the fire inside him burns a little hotter, wondering how long she can stand the heat before she finally burns with him... or sets him ablaze in turn.

allowed proxies because i cannot coexist with jllm... but i am against public copies of my bots anywhere (private is fine)

love u, mona <з

if you have comments or something that i have missed please let me know.

image from Luverrangel on pinterest